Kyron
We’re moving five minutes after the call ended.
Boots on wood. Trey’s already armed. Beckett has coordinates pulled up on his tablet. Locke’s awake — actually awake — for the first time in days.
I’m halfway to the Clockwork house before the others catch up.
Linda knew where she was. Gave us coordinates. Timing window. Everything we need.
Now we just need the ship.
I hit the door hard. Three knocks.
Kree opens it.
Hair everywhere. No shirt. Grinning like he’s been waiting for this his whole life.
“Fuck yeah. What do we have?”
“Coordinates,” Beckett says. “Location. We know where she is.”
Declan appears behind Kree. Fully dressed. Already calculating. “Patrols. Access points. Detection risk.”
“We’ll figure it out,” I say.
Liam steps into view. Looks at us. At our faces.
“Community Hall,” he says. “We do this right.”
We’re moving as a group down the main street. The energy is different now. Urgent. Focused.
Zoe and her cluster are coming from the other direction. She sees us immediately.
Stops.
“You better not be talking about Nova without us.”
“Ohh, I like her.” Kree grins. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Good.” She falls into step beside us. “Because we’re in.”
Eli nods. The rest of her cluster follows.
The Community Hall doors are already open. Brent’s inside. Cal’s moving chairs. Minerva’s at the far end watching us file in.
Maps get cleared from the table. Beckett sets down his tablet. Declan’s already asking questions about patrol patterns. Kree’s bouncing on his heels with dangerous excitement.
Everyone’s here.
Now we get her back.